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Preview of My First DVD

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My first professional DVD came the other day and so I invited about a dozen or so friends over to preview it. I had a script that they gave me of what to say and al but I thought it strange that there was no sex in it since it was an adult DVD. Well, I never saw the video and wanted to see it the first time with my friends. Steve and Lynn were there and we all gathered around the 52 inch wide screen. It was really well done. I was dressed very conservatively by the maku-up people and drove a nice car. I stopped at a road side gas station and cafe and gased up the car. The guys at the gas station were good looking and built. They were watching me and out of my view they massaged their cocks through their overalls.

I asked, by the script, "Is that a good place to eat over there

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?" "Yeh lady, really good." "Thanks." I told them and drove over and parked. I got out, had on a nice skirt, business type and blouse with business type jacket over it. I had on a factory strenght bra holding in my 44EEE titties and regular panties with no hose. I walked in and a woman seated me after asking if I preferred a booth. I told her yes and sat down. There were about a dozen or so people there all eating and acting normal. I wondered if this was the right place. My snack came, the script had told me what to order. I flirted with a couple men there and the waitress, all scripted and presumed that the big blank place in the script was the sex part.

I ate and finished and the waitress brought the check. "How bout a cup of coffee?" the waitress said and I accepted. She brought it and I sipped it and drank the rest as I felt that I was ready to leave and maybe I had just been given a screen test or something since the camera people were all over filming. I began to get up and felt dizzy, I sat back down and the room was spinning and slowly faded. After that the next thing I remember was someone outside asking if I was okay. I got up and fixed my clothes which seemed to be a little off and shook my head and drove off to the studio and they all thanked me and said that I did great.

So now we al sat in the living room, some undressed and some not, I was in a thong and that was it. I served drinks and Steve started the DVD. All the beginning was like I just said up to the point that I felt dizzy. The waitress asked me, "Are you okay lady? Are you okay?" I looked at her and laid back down in the booth, melting against the wall on the booth. "Looks like she is ready guys." the waitress said. She leaned forward and kissed me deep. I did not respond and she said, "Yeh, she is ready" and opened my coat and blouse. My bra was not coming off easily and the waitress took a sharp knife and cut the front making my tits fall out into view. "Damn, those are some tits" she said and leaned over and took them in her hands her mouth finding the nipples and sucking them hard. I laid there totally out and she began biting them hard. Blood came from a nipple and I nver moved. "Fuck yeh, she is out." A man came over and said, "Let's get her in the back." Several came over and lifted me and they carried me into a back room, well lighted and with a bed in the middle and chairs around and couches.

"Who is first?" a man said and me stood there as I was undressed. My clothes were laid aside and I was spread out. A man stepped and handed the man money. "30 min," the man said and he undressed and got on me He filled my pussy with his cock and fucked me hard. He was squeezing my tits hard and filled me at least twice with cum then the man said, "Times up." He got up and dressed. Next a man was there and gave the money, "One hour" the man said and began his stop watch. The man was huge and turned me over and put a pillow under my hips and spread my legs He moved around my pussy some and then into my ass letting out a loud groan as he entered my ass. "Damn, nice ass." he said as he humped me wthout any play to get me going since I was out. He fuked my limp body several times and filled me with cum and the hour was up. "Next" the man said and two men stepped up, naked and hung like hell. "One hour" the man said and they got on the bed. One man opened my mouth and it seemed that I responded some. The man slipped his cock into my mouth and did not care if I was doing anything. The other man entered my ass again and he rammed hard into me. I was on my stomach and the man in my mouth was on his back in front of me. He held my face down on his cock and I was being moved by him. Suddenly he tensed up and I gagged and he filled my throat with his cum.

My eyes opened some and I moved my head. About that time the man in my asss filled it and I moaned. THey changed places and again took my mouth and ass and filled them both. This time I seemed to swallow and did not gag. "Time" the man said again and the next couple stepped up. Two really fat women and gave him money. "One hour" he said and they grabbed me and held me up on my feet. Both had on huge dildos and they were both strong. I was lifted up and they held me up above the ground off my feet. Suddenly they guided the two huge strap on dildos into me, one in the ass and the other in the pussy. At the same time they were really grabbing my tits, pulling and biting them hard. I hung there between them moaning a little but still out. They finished with me as the man said time.

Everyone in the room began to clap loud and then two huge dogs were led to the center of the room. Several men and women moved me to the edge of the bed and put my hips over the edge and spread my legs apart Somehow I was tied that way, my arms up so I stayed on the bed and my legs so my legs stayed apart. The dogs, both Dobermans, were led to my rear and one made to sit near by while the other was coaxed onto my back. He managed to mount me and drove into me and began humping. His knot was soon in my pussy and he was there for a long time as the other dog wimpered watching. Finally he dismounted and the other was loed to my rear. The clapping stopped and someone said, "Put him in her ass." "Yeh, her ass" and so the dog was guided into my ass instead of the pussy. He humped hard and drove into my ass as my hips moved with his motion. His knot went in and he began filling my ass with his cum like the other did.

Now two women were led to me and they had on collars and chains that they were led by. THey were slapped and made to lay with me on he bed. "Eat her out" they were commanded by a woman that was holding their chains. THey began eating my pussy and ass that was full of all kinds of cum and one even fisted my pussy hard. "Get her up" they told the woman and they lifted me. "OVer here" they said and I was carried still limp to a kind of mat that had plastic paper all around it on the floor. "Okay, everyone piss away or jack off, whatever you want." Several men began pissing all over me and they even went from pissing to jacking off, their cum shooting all over my ba=ody, face and hair and some in my mouth and pussy again. I began moving and one said, she is waking up" and another leaned over and gave me a shoot and I went totally limp again. The DVD continued and more men and women were on me, mostly now there was a lot of really kinky stuff, pissing and cumming all over me. "Okay, lets see what else we can think of" said a man and a woman brought a huge cock that had to be over 12 inches and really thick. She shoved it in and began ramming hard. "Damn, this woman is really out" one said and filled my ass again with the dldo.

I looked around the room and everyone was looking at me as if they could not believe that I had been in this and taknen all the things they did. "I was out folks" I said and they had begun long ago to each begin fucking and sucking and now even Lynn and Steve were naked, she sitting on his hard cock moving her hips slowly. Jackie had left and now he came back at the end of the DVD. He was smiling and everyone was getting up, naked carressing and each to their friends playing. I was being grabbed hard by as  many as could. "I don't belive yu took the dogs, that had to be a double" Jacke said. Everyone agredd and finally I was called on to prove it was me. Jackie went outside and brought in his Doberman and told me, "Put up or put out" I took of the thong and got on al 4s and slapped my ass. "Bring him to me" I said soaking wet as I was. He brought the doberman over and the dog was ready and mounted me right away. I reached back and guided him into my pussy and he drove in. He huimped me and I responded with loud "Fuck me hard" sounds. His knot went in and there were all these people around watching and jacking off and fucking each other with me at the center.

I grabbed a cock that was near to my face and sucked it in deep and swallowed the load in it. There were others offered to me and I took them as if I was starving. The night got hotter from there and I took al the cock and pussy offered to me. Everyone bought a copy of the DVD as they left the next morning. Several men and women came back over later for more personal demos.

My divorce from Steve is almost ready and Lynn and he will be getting married at the nudist colony near her after.

See ya later.


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Hi. My name is Awais. I am from lahore. My mai address is this is my first story. actually mai in stories ka bohat bara fan ho. mai kafi dino se

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I finally gained the courage to tell my husband the truth about this man who has been blackmailing me for fucking me. I only told him about the times the two of us were together, i never mentioned any of the other people; or the photos. I went to the gas station by my house on my way home. As I returned to my car after paying for the gas, he approached me. He parked his vehicle in front of mine a

breasts are the vest

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About the fifth month of these monthly duties, I arrived as scheduled at his place. As he welcomed me into the foyer, he put his hands on my shoulders and said i was going to feel like a woman tonight. He pointed to a pile of clothing on the chair by the bathroom, he told me to go get more comfortable. I brought the clothes into the bathroom, and started to undress. Based on the lingerie I knew I

Birthday Present VII

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I woke up the next morning and Anna had gone. I picked up my phone to see what the time was and found a message from Anna reminding me what she had said the previous night. I rolled over to look at Emily and a smile spread over my face. I slipped out of bed and had a quick shower. I nipped downstairs, prepared some breakfast brought it upstairs and woke up Emily. We sat there eating breakfast, Em

With my ex collegue

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Chhaya had married a senior of mine and that's how I first really got to know her when my buddy boss" introduced Chhaya to me while I joined with him at my new office.

I had known about Chhaya from high school and college, as I was paying her to type my college research papers as she needed the extra cash at the time.

This true story happened just sometime back. One night I stopped by her house

A naughty office girl

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Since I have a recieved a comment form my last entry I feel it only fair to continue to tell of my dirty tales ;-)

This story takes place on 28th december 2010. It was freezing because the ground was still covered in ice and snow. Despite this I chose to wear a short grey skirt with my grey high heel boots and a short sleaved white top. I had to go work to sort the paper work out that was lef

An Xmas wish

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Hello my names Jess and I'm a 19yr girl from south England.

Some people call me a slut or a whore and I love proving them right ;-)

This is first time I've written about my fun times but I know people like to hear about them so I shall tell all ;-)


Just before Xmas we had the work Xmas party, being the naughty little girl I am with

A Tiger - By Any Other Name

Peter_Pan on Sex Stories

So far as "Good Catholic girls" go, Tiffany Mitchell embodied all that might be associated with any true young lady of the faith. Even at eighteen, she still exhibited a child-like innocence, an expression of chaste simplicity and an air of well-mannered breeding. Always dressed tastefully, even her year-twelve school uniform managed to bridge effortlessly, the yawning gap between teenage naivety and adult promise.

It was an illusion of which Houdini himself might have been proud.

Tiffany had a secret you see. One that would unquestionably have shattered her parents’ delicate psyche, had they known or suspected.

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n="justify">Tiff read sex stories. Not just the odd naughty tale but all of them. No fantasy was too outre for this young lady’s taste. Words and descriptions that would contort the features of the average social-worker were no more than nourishment in her voracious appetite’s quest for yet darker doings. An aperitif if you will, for that as yet, undiscovered gem of fully unhinged erotica.

Of the many fantasy sites she would surf on her notebook until the early hours of the morning, was now her unchallenged favorite. Why? Because in her eyes it was the best, offering as she saw it, a greater variance of topics and with the easiest of navigational software. She became familiar with specific authors, scanning the archives nightly, looking for their latest stories and her impending encounter with yet another pair of sopping-wet panties. Life was fun.

The more she read of girls receiving their sexual come-uppance at the hands of boyfriends, fathers, strangers, uncles, brothers, sisters, teachers….even mothers, and in one recent instance a colony of entrenchedly deviate gorillas, the more she fantasised as to her own devirginising and what form exactly it might take. One could reasonably speculate that at eighteen she had indeed left her run a tad late, but with the exception of this - her one little night-time electronic indulgence – she really had been a good Catholic girl!

That was however until she came across "Holly’s Story."

Penned by an author calling himself Tiger, the tale recounted the events leading up to a father’s intimate deflowering of his fourteen-year old daughter the night of her year-eight school dance. What exactly it was about the story so intrigued her was hard to define. Perhaps it was the image of so young a girl dressed-up to the nines, returning home early to find her father splayed out across the lounge, arm-wrestling his pecker as he drooled over a computerised slide-show of digital pictures, zoomed-in to highlight multiple features of his daughter’s youthful anatomy. She read on breathlessly as, sobbing with embarrassment and shock, Holly fled to the cloistered refuge of her bedroom, only moments later to be confronted by her father who, knowing she would inform her mother on his wife’s return, told his daughter "I may as well give you something to really tell her."

At the point he subsequently pulled her panties down as she stood there shivering and commenced upon a program of fully indecent exploitation of her virginal body, paying especial attention early on to her young breasts, Tiff was a lost cause and midway towards her second orgasm of the evening.

In the ensuing days, "Holly’s Story" was all Tiffany read. Having cut and pasted the article, she would sit cross-legged on her bed, in just her panties – the notebook between her slim legs, submerging herself more and more into the girl’s character as the self-made waves of ecstasy washed over her.

It wasn’t, she was sure, any reflection of her own paternal lusting, although, if one were honest, she had conjured up the odd wide-screen image of being forcibly taken by her father on more than one occasion. It was she decided, the skill of the author in painting such a vividly realistic picture of what could only be described as white-hot incestuous carnality.

Mornings now, she was beginning to wake-up with her hand in her knickers and her nipples in a fully aroused state. Tiff began wondering if in fact the story had any basis in truth. Was Tiger perhaps publicly cleansing his own conscience? Hell, she knew nothing about him – he might only be a teenager himself for all she knew. It was only a fantasy-site after all. She had to know more.

Figuring she might contact SSP’s site direct and make enquiry about the author, she emailed the webmaster there - with little expectation of hearing back from anyone. "Gonna look like just another author-groupie," she told herself.

Imagine then her wholehearted surprise, when she received a reply overnight from none other than SSP’s resident webmaster/administrator. The elusive "Tiger" himself.

Pleased that his story had been well received and especially by so young a girl of all people, he confided in Tiffany his earlier background as a long-time subscriber, writer, editor and later co-founder of a re-vamped SSP. Far from being a teenager he admitted diplomatically to being "considerably older." There was he assured her, no factual person upon which "Holly’s Story" was based. "If only", he was understandably thinking.

In the coming weeks, Tiffany exchanged many emails with Tiger, and if the truth be known, he began to find himself spending an inordinate amount of time dwelling upon the "cute little Aussie brunette" whose picture, down-loaded from one of her emails, smiled back at him from the east-face of the filing cabinet. She was very pretty he had to admit. Just five foot three as she had told him, she looked considerably younger than her years – almost a little beach girl he thought to himself. He traced the outline of her hips with his finger, studying her nicely tanned skin, contrasting as it did, with her neat school uniform. He looked again at the short summer skirt and her crisp white shirt and tie. What wondrous sights they alone hid? Such a beautiful and well featured little face, highlighted by deep blue eyes that sparkled with youth and tease. Her shoulder-length hair was neatly cut and styled. What he would have given to be able to run his fingers through it – just once! His gaze dropped to her small hands clasped neatly in front of her and knowing what activites they had obviously wrought in areas he only dared imagine, he was suddenly finding the room unusually warm for that time of year.

Propped-up near her pillow, Tiff hugged herself as she read Tiger’s latest email. She too had his picture and had often wondered what it must have been like growing up in the southern States. Could anything be further removed than a comfortable middle-class upbringing in suburban Sydney? Around six foot, he had obviously looked after himself physically and reminded her vaguely of Kevin Bacon during his Footloose days. When she had finished reading his words, she simply closed her eyes and wondered…..

In the run-down to her final exams that hopefully would see Tiffany graduate (like her sisters) at the end of the year, her father had informed them all that due to business commitments, he would by necessity, be travelling to the US mid September, which as it happened, was the traditional three-week school vacation before that last term. Tiffany took this information on board with but polite indifference, until she heard the words. "For most of the time Tiff, I’ll be holed-up in Kansas City."

KC of all places she thought, and Tiger she knew, spent so much time at Springfield, barely a couple of hours drive south-east of Kansas City so he’d told her.

How she ever convinced her father to take her, would make for interesting reading, but is surely evidence of his youngest daughter’s powers of persuasion or perhaps of his own inability to deny his sexy eighteen-ear old anything when she gets the "I love you daddy" and the "I’m sooo cute you got no choice" eye-flutters in full swing.

She emailed Tiger with the news of her impending itinerary of course, but this achieved little besides their jointly increased peristaltic rates. She knew that for the week they’d be there, they were booked into the Marriott on West 12th Street, but what latitude that would give her for any sort of freedom she couldn’t say. Asking her father if she could spend some quality time with the webmaster of an erotic-story site might not be the way to go.

not without his own social restrictions, merely wrote back, telling her that there was no way he wasn’t going to see her and that "something would be arranged – whatever it took." The clandestine intimacy of it all appealed somehow to Tiffany’s sense of the romantic. At heart, she really was a wild child.


Even as the cab pulled up at 200 West 12th Tiff gazed up at the huge edifice. Boasting just shy of a thousand guest suites, this was a seriously large hotel. That probably translated as seriously efficient room-service too, she thought. Could her father’s Amex stay the distance?

Their suite was palatial. Two double beds, a bathroom big enough for a decent size fashion show and cupboard space for the most committed serial shopper. Being alone that night for the first time with a man…her father notwithstanding, had Tiff all at sixes and sevens. For his part, watching his daughter emerge from the bathroom in her unavoidably revealing nightdress and then climbing into the bed the far side of the room, breezily calling-out "Goodnight daddy," stirred things beneath his own covers that might in other circumstances have led Tiffany to be reminded of Holly’s fascinating learning curve.

The next morning, Tiffany was still snuggled-up three-quarters asleep when her father called out to her. "Tiff, I’ll be gone probably three or four hours – What are you going to do this morning?" She’d love to have told him.

"Ummm, well, if I ever get up dad" she purred, "I’m gonna walk around town for a while and go shopping."

"Ok sweetheart," he said, "Well you be careful and hey, I’ve left some money for you here on the dresser." He came over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks dad, I’ll be fine," she replied…."I’m eighteen, I think I can look after myself."

"I’m sure you can too love," he smiled at her, before closing the door and heading off to the express lifts.

"Three hours?" she thought. She had to call Tiger. He would know they were in KC by now.

Fascinated by her Australian twang, he took down the details of her residency.

"You real positive your dad won’t be back until after two Tiff?" he asked. "I sure would hate for you to get in any trouble with him." She assured him all was cool.

"Well I figure I can make it by noon if I leave now," he told her. She smiled at the sound of his own drawl.

After they both hung-up, she opened up her suitcase and selected a pretty blue dress she had bought just before leaving Australia. Fairly short with a scalloped neck, she wriggled into it, smoothing the material over her hips. The lightest application of make-up and a little lip-gloss and you can well understand why the bell-boy near the upper landing did a double-take. He wasn’t going to be on his game for the rest of the morning.

Even as she strolled around the near one hundred and fifty year old City Markets at Twenty, East Fifth, she was imagining Tiger and the reality of actually meeting him in an hour or so. Would she be embarrassed? Would he? After all, running a sex-site might be considered a slight handicap when meeting an eighteen year old girl for the first time and especially given the cradle-snatching age difference.

Tiff headed back to the Marriott, arriving there shortly before 11.45. Tossing the same bell-boy a killer smile, the poor kid fell over himself securing her a lift. She was glad it was empty as she wanted to get back to the room well ahead of her expected guest.

She only made it in fact with seven or eight minutes to spare. She heard the knock at the door while she was still in the bathroom. Likely their combined harnessed pulse-rate at that moment could have emptied Lake Michigan in thirty minutes.

Opening the door, neither moved for a moment. It took Tiger’s "Well hello there young lady," to partially thaw the impasse. She was sure she blushed but seeing as she wasn’t on her own in that department, she felt marginally better. Tiff recalled later that her very first impression was that he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to be running a sex-site. Tiger on the other hand, could barely credit that this dream of an import was still a schoolgirl. Having only seen the one pic of her in uniform, what stood in front of him right that second, appeared several years more worldly. He hadn’t felt such an inept dickwad for the best part of a decade.

"Can I get you a drink Tiger?" she asked quietly, indicating a rather comfortable looking chair to the left of the glass-topped table. For some reason she was quite content to use that term and never thought to ask his real name. His own thoughts, momentarily swinging wildly between the need to balance some southern hospitality with sudden irrepressible images of himself unzipping that hot little dress, stymied his attempts to answer her.

"Oh, y..yes please Tiffany…a beer if you have one there," he finally got out.

She found a Budweiser in the mini-bar and held it up for him.

"Great," he said smiling at her. "God, was she ever a step-up from the girls round Springfield?" he thought to himself. "Make that most girls south of the North Pole," he mused.

Finding herself a ‘cruiser,’ Tiff sat down opposite her guest, providing both with the opportunity to assess the situation and each other. For her part, Tiffany was fascinated by Tiger’s presence. With no experience of Americans much beyond the big screen, his mannerisms and innate politeness were in sharp contrast to that of Australian males. She felt just a little intimidated being alone with a man so much older than herself but at the same time, it was not without its inherent arousal factor.

For Tiger, being in the close proximity of what represented in essence, a living photograph, brought its own re-awakening. As she spoke so animatedly about home, her school and some of the highlights of her brief eighteen years tenure on the planet, he knew he could so easily fall in love with this girl. Her freshness, exuberance, youth, accent…even her very inexperience, all conspired to stir his yearning and his desire to know her better. Way better.

Inevitably, alcohol stifles the inhibitions and by the demise of their second bottle, the body language of each, suggested a relaxation of their earlier enforced formality. Tiffany in fact not so much broke the ice, as signalled the onset of a new playing field, when she asked him quite off the cuff.

"How long have you been writing those stories Tiger?"

"Talk about getting to the point," he thought to himself. He placed his near-empty Bud on the table…….

Explaining as best he couldn’t what had motivated him to get involved with erotica, Tiff wanted to know the ins and outs as it were, of being a sex-story writer. Fully comfortable in her guest’s presence now, she finally asked the question that was to bring her undoing. "What made you write Holly’s Story?"

He just looked at her. Was she subconsciously putting out? Was she that naïve that she hadn’t figured that talking about this was unavoidably moving out of the shallows into deep water? Did she in fact want to experience at first hand, Holly’s degradation?

He confided in her, that like the majority of men most likely, he had always been attracted by very young girls and that Holly’s Story was little more than a recurring fantasy. He was curious what it was about it, that had so held her interest?

"Are you still a virgin Tiffany?" he asked quietly.

She blushed deeply for the second time that morning but told him she was. He was quiet for a minute or two just staring at the table top.

"Do you want to stay one baby?" he asked her, not with any menace or even pressured sentiment.

As she slowly looked back at him, shaking her head perceptibly, he knew what she knew – the conversational part of their new relationship was about to wind down.

He patted his knee and with every internal alarm frantically ringing its warning, she got to her feet, crossed to Tiger’s chair and sat down on his lap. He could feel her heartbeat even as he pulled her to him.

She raised her head, leaving him little option but to kiss her. At the point his lips met hers, she knew her childhood would be leaving her for good that afternoon. She put her arms around his neck and melted into him as she crossed the line for that first and last time.

Confronted with what amounted to a hot and willing student on his knee, Tiger found restraint of any sort difficult to maintain. Making things harder still, in more ways than one, was the proximity of those perfectly shaped small breasts, encased from what he could see down her cleavage, in a remarkably hot little green push-up. He doubted she even knew to what extent having her on his lap was affecting his sanity, let alone his motor-sensory system.

Experimentally, he brought one hand up beneath her breasts and merely supported the beginnings of those twin outward curves. He felt her squirm a little as she sighed perceptibly and the feeling of her soft little bottom making contact with his lap was doing little to regulate his breathing.

Unable to prevent his tongue from behaving, he found her a willing student indeed and between the soft little groans and noises issuing from her mouth

She heard herself moan but the pleasure radiating outwards from his contact with her breasts, was such that she simply kissed him harder and with a hitherto undiscovered passion. He slipped his hand inside her bra where the contact with a her smooth skin as it curved inwards, began to shred the last of his former honorable intentions. As his thumb and forefinger closed about the young girl’s swollen nipples successively, her wriggles became spontaneous and her moans of increased output.

He could no more have backed-off at this point than slash his own wrists with a potato peeler. If she couldn’t detect by now the savage beast uncoiling its lustful and primitive needs beneath her hot little ass, her biological knowledge was sadly lacking. As it happens she had noticed, but was in such a state of early arousal that panic really wasn’t an option.

Withdrawing from the heat of her breasts, Tiger placed his hand on Tiffany’s thigh, right at the hemline of her dress. The heat there was volcanic and her urgency apparent. At the point he began pushing her dress up slightly, she half-muttered "Nooooo" but such was her body language in denial of that statement, he simply continued. Even as the barest hint of her matching green panties was revealed, Tiff’s legs were anything but closed-up and he knew without the slightest doubt, this was no straight-up tease-session.

He had reached ground zero. The front of her panties were wet as he had suspected they must be and softly rubbing her there she became aroused to the point of chronic need.

"You sure you want to do this Tiffany?" he whispered.

Breaking off from kissing him and with full-on glazed eye contact, she just nodded, barely murmuring, "Uh-huh!"

No man in such a position is gonna ask a second time, let’s face it!

Rubbing the front of a young girl’s panties is fun….no doubt about that. Slipping one’s fingers inside though is asking for trouble. Tiger was in trouble! As his middle finger began to separate the folds of her labia, Tiffany’s legs were making like an easel. Lubricated to the max, he slipped into her and was lucky not to receive third degree burns, so hot was the radiance. Gasping now, rather than moaning, he had her so far past the point of no return, it was merely a matter of how many fingers he could get inside that cramped little room.

"Come on sweetie," he urged her, "Think you’d find the bed a little more comfortable." As he slipped her off his lap, aware now just how substantial his own erection was, he asked her softly, "Mind if I take those hot little panties off Tiff, they’re only gonna get in the way." She just stood before him, swaying slightly and breathing heavily. It seemed to him that she nodded.

As he knelt on the floor, his hands up her dress, slowly drawing the skimpy little knickers towards her knees, he looked up at her. "Reminds you of Holly, doesn’t it?" His words echoed her exact thoughts at that minute and so arousing did she find the comment, she just stood there as Tiger pushed her dress up to her hips, fully exposing her young pussy which he proceeded now to kiss softly. Her legs were turning to jelly and at the point she felt his tongue separating her lower lips, she could not prevent a gasp or two.

Carrying her to the bed, he lay her center quilt face-down. She felt his hands on her firmly caressing her back, her hips and her ass and she was unable to prevent herself wriggling beneath his touch. She made no move to stop him unzipping her dress which left her lying there in just her bra. She liked the thought of him seeing her almost completely naked and she offered no resistance as he unhooked her bra, slipped the straps down her arms before discarding the item the far side of the bed.

Lying there for a few moments, she felt his strong hands turning her over. It was only the sudden shock of seeing him kneeling there beside her fully naked as she, that provoked recognition of the finality of her predicament. He could see the apprehension in her eyes. He lay beside her and kissed her. "Tiff, if you don’t want this, tell me!"

Torn between the inherent fear of her approaching fate, yet the utmost desire for its accomplishment, she just smiled at him, put her arms over her head and spread her legs slightly.

He knelt then between her knees and lowering his face directly to her forbidden zone, flicked his tongue across her clitoris. She let out a loud "Ohhhh," her hands instinctively reaching towards him. Penetrating her this time with his tongue, he began to pleasure her in ways of which she had previously no knowledge. She could no more have stopped him than a two kilometre freight train. Actually, that analogy would have applied equally to her partner, who at that moment was so aroused himself by the immediacy of this compliant and submissive teenager that procreation was the only thing on his mind.

Taking a hold of her legs just beneath her knees, he spread her so wide, the glistening folds of her labia separated enough to provide a glimpse of that wonderfully darkened inner sanctum. He brought the head of his erection to the very gates of the promised land and as she watched mesmerised, along that line of axis directly between her own cleavage, he pushed into her. Tiger’s penile measurement, whilst unknown to her and in any event without the experience of any predecessor, was significant let us say, and at the point he reached her hymen, it was but a few inches inside.

It was as it turned out, to both their advantages that Tiffany had expended so much time playing around in her bedroom. Not only had her "fingers been doing the walking," but her recently acquired dildo had also played its part in ‘weakening the foundations.’ A couple of cries of pressured discomfort were but forgotten moments as Tiger hit the nitrous button and took himself on a fast trip up the vaginal highway. From there-on it was a case of The Fast and the Furious, right the way to Cervix city!

Whether she was Holly or Tiffany at this stage – she had completely forgotten. All Tiff knew was that her body was being treated in such a fashion that she never wanted it to end. She heard a girl’s voice pleading "Fuck me Tiger, fuck me harder…please," but she never found out who it was. Some little slut should watch her mouth she figured.

As for Tiger, locked-in to so hot a session he doubted he would ever recover, he could but penetrate her harder and deeper with each thrust, his hands rubbing her breasts, making them sorer by the minute. The girl beneath him was crying now in complete ecstasy and at the point he started ejaculating far up inside her, she must have thought some jerk was loose with a high-pressure water-cannon.

Both of them were shaking with their exertions and Tiffany’s hair was now damp and beginning to curl-up around her hairline, beads of sweat looking rather pretty, congregating round her forehead.

She clutched him to her, pulling him down full-length on top of her. Still erect and not quite sure which century it was, he just knew he didn’t want to pull out of her…..not for several more hours at least.

And so it might have been, had not her father walked in at that moment!

 © March 2005

Author's Note:

Acknowledgment is due to the original SSP tale "Holly's Story" referred to in this post and authored by Tiger himself. It is located at: ">">  I recommend you read it.

Other stories, including some previously published on SSP, are available in print and download in "Imagine For A Moment" at ">">  as well as the Harper Valley compendium itself at">">

Peter_Pan's email is  I would be interested in hearing from readers as to what is their preferred genre of erotic literature.

came forth her own tongue, more than willing to play the game. Moving his hand upwards, he encircled her right breast now and commenced squeezing and caressing that softest of little mounds. No girl had ever aroused him to this level so quickly.

My Young Tutor

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I took the exit off of the freeway, and pulled into the remnants of the parking lot. The lot was weed strewn, overgrown, and not maintained. I couldn't even see where the building had once stood. Actually, it had been gone for years. I felt a pang in my chest as the events of 25 years earlier came to mind. Jimmy Carter was still President. One fifth of the country was out of a job, the price of gas was absurb, and the Shah still ruled Iran (Just barely). Things were very different then, especially the laws that regulated certain places. I was barely 18, fresh out of boot camp, and home on leave. After a day I was bored, so I asked if I could drive to the city where my friend Kevin had moved. His mom had chased me out just after nine because it was a school night, and he had a younger siste
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r. I got out on the loop when I saw it. It was a brown corrugated metal building that could have passed for a repair garage. The only clue to what was going on inside was a handpainted sign outside that read "Jim's Place". An attached, also hand painted sign read "TOPLESS". I pulled into the parking lot, not knowing what to expect. The entrance was a smoked glass door. I opened the door to be assaulted by the smell of liquor, cigarettes, and cheap perfume. There was a small unmanned receptionist desk. Beyond it was a bunch of circular booths and a small square stage. A blonde woman, about thirty with big jugs and ugly brown panties danced on the stage. I looked around and found an empty seat. After a minute of watching the jugs sway, the first I'd seen in my life (outside a magazine) I felt a tug on my arm. I turned to see a real sprite of a very young woman standing there. She had long dark hair, a circular face, almond shaped eyes, a tiny button of a nose, and full lucious lips. She stood 4'10 with long thin limbs, and a thin mid section. She was wearing a black two piece babydoll nighty. "I said, do you want a drink?" she repeated. "Coke please" I recovered to say. She gave me a look and walked away. The fabric on the back of her panties was see through. She had a firm tiny butt. I turned my attention back to the stage. A brunette, also with big juggs, took the stage. The sprite returned. "Two bucks please" she said. I paid her and smiled. She took the money and walked off. I loved watching that butt. She disappeared into another room. I looked back to the stage. I watched the juggs continue to sway and jiggle. Several minutes later I had my second big shock of the night. A blonde goddess in bra and panties took the stage. The DJ introduced her by saying "She's finally old enough to work here, it's her birthday, so guys, go up and wish a sweet sixteen to Stacy". Stacy took off her bra, revealing apple sized tits, then stripped off her panties revealing a hairy blonde muff. A bunch of us went up, including me. "Don't forget guys", the DJ added, "Private dances are ten dollars, and tonight's special is a special dance. One for sixty bucks, two for one hundred, so don't be shy. I understand that Stacy wants to give every guy here a special dance". Stacy let every guy who tipped her a dollar, a squeeze of her tits. I slipped her a five. She spread her legs, taking my hand and placing it on her pussy. I ran my fingers up her slit, then backed off. Another guy had put a twenty in his teeth and laid his head on the stage. Stacy took the twenty and sat on his face. She let him lick her for a minute then moved on to other guys. I went back to my booth. A little while later, I noticed Stacy go to another room with the guy who had tipped her twenty. An oriental woman in crotchless panties took her place. I don't know how much the guy tipped her, but she got on her hands and knees. The guy started fucking her from behind. Several minutes later, the DJ said "Your three minutes are up guy, take her into the next room". She disappeared from the stage, which was empty for several minutes. Just then, the sprite returned. "I'm going off duty" she said "do you need anything before I go?" "Do you have a minute?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess" she answered. I patted the seat next to me. She sat down. "What's your name?" I asked. "Gloria" she answered. "This is my first time to a topless bar" I confessed, "What's a private dance and what's a special dance?" "Well" she answered, "a private dance, the girl gets naked and touches the guy everyplace. A special dance" she paused, putting her hands together, "is, a special dance, real special, get it?" She started to get up. I asked her to stop. "Do you give special dances" I asked. "No" she laughed, "I'm too young. I only serve drinks" "Look" I pleaded, "the other girls here are pretty, but you're beautiful. If I would want a special dance from anyone, it would be you. Especially since it's my first special dance". She lit up." Are you serious?" she asked. "Absolutely" I answered, "could you, please?" She looked at me for a minute, obviously considering it. She patted me on the chest. "Wait here" she ordered, "I'll be back in a minute". She went over and talked to an oriental woman behind the bar. She disappeared behind the bar and returned a minute later wearing a black overcoat. "Let's go" she said, taking my hand. She led me through another room. Stacy was getting fucked from behind by one guy while another had his dick in her mouth. Three other couples were going at it and three oriental sailors were fucking the shit out of a huge tittied brunette. Gloria led me through a back door, into a parking lot, then to an ugly puke green trailer parked on the back of the lot. She opened the door. "It's not much, but it's home" she said as she led me to a back bedroom. A large bed took up much of the room. She took a wad of bills out of her pocket, placing it in a coffee can. "You have to pay in advance" she said. I handed her a hundred dollar bill, which she put in the coffee can. She took the overcoat off, then hung it on a hook. She toyed with the string holding her top together. Slowly, she opened it, giving me a coy smile. She opened her top to reveal two cones of white flesh topped with pointy nipples. "What do you think?" she smiled. My throat had constricted. My heart was trying to leap out of my chest, and I felt a little nauseous. "Huh" was all I got out. "You're the only guy in the bar that didn't ask to see them tonight". She hung the top next to the overcoat. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She played with the waistband, "Are you ready?" she asked. "Ummmm....ummm.." was all I could get out. She pushed the panties just past her ass, then let the panties slide down her thin thighs revealing a black hairy pussy. She took one of my hands, placing it on her pussy. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Ummmm......ummmm" A look crossed her face. "Want me to shave it for you?" "Ummmm....ummm". She dashed out of the room. I heard water running in the next room. She returned a minute later with a small towel, a can of shaving cream, a razor, and a pot of water. She laid the towel on the bed, sat on the towel, spread her legs, wet her pussy hair, spread shaving cream on her pussy, and started to shave. I gently laid next to her. I put my hand on her thigh, gently caressing it. I continued on up to her stomach, then on to her tiny tits. No girl had let me see her tits, let alone touch them, and this one was shaving her pussy for me. When she finished, she had left a few hairs, but I wasn't going to quibble over that. She ran her fingers over her bare twat. "Baby smooth, and tingly" she said with a smile. I put my hand on hers. She put a finger in her pussy. I had seen a pussy in a porno mag and let my finger follow hers into her pussy. It felt better than I had ever imagined. "Your turn now" she said. "Huh?" I asked. "Take your clothes off, let me see you". I stood at the foot of the bed and undressed. Her eyes fixated on my hard dick. "Come here" she cooed. I crawled on all fours to her. She reached up, taking my dick and guiding it into her. She gasped as I entered her and bit her bottom lip. She grabbed my buns and pulled me into her. I began to pump her. She ran her hands up and down my back. "Faster" she whispered. I obeyed her. She began whimpering. I got excited and blew my load in her. I paused a moment. I was a dynamo in those days and started fucking her seconds later. She started whimpering again. I put her on all fours and began to pound her. She responded by panting loudly. I fely my second load coming and emptied it into her. We collapsed together and caught our breath. "I didn't know this would be so good" I said. She reacted with surprise. "Is this your first time?" She went over to the coffee can and took out the hundred. "I can't take money for your first time. That would be wrong. It's supposed to be special". I looked at her trailer and thought of my cozy home. "Please keep it, I insist" "No" she said. I pushed the money back at her. "Please keep it, Please". She reluctantly put the money back in the can. I got up and started to dress. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I paid you for two times". She walked over and kissed me. "Stay the night. Please. It's the least I can do. I'd feel bad if you left now" I dropped my pants. "OK" I agreed. We jumped back on the bed. She kissed me as she ran her hands across my head. "Why is your hair so short?" She asked. I told her about being home on leave. She kissed me again. "Well soldier boy, it looks like you have a girlfriend now, and you need to spend the rest of your time with me". We fucked until dawn, woke up for lunch, then fucked again. We wrote letters for six months. The last letter I got from her said, "Mom say's we're going to move soon". I never saw her again. I guess she lost my address. I looked for her, but it didn't do any good. ***************************************************************************************** I took a last look at the lot. Felt another pang, put the car in gear and pulled away.

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A few weeks into cleaning the house with a plug in my pussy was starting to make me hornier than before. I guess the constant stretching of my orafice was rushing all the blood to my pussy. I started picturing strangers fucking me. One day, on my weekly monatonous trip to the grocery store I decided to put the plug in my pussy. At the grocery store I caught myself several times openly displaying

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He began bribing me, he would not tell my husband in exchange for letting him fuck me once a month, anyway he wanted. I relunctantly agreed because I loved my husband and needed his financial support. On the night I was supposed to meet him I told my husband I was going to a friend's for a tupperware party. I told him sometimes they sell sex toys at these parties, so he better be waiting. I heade

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I was really starting to feel tired in my relationship with my husband, he could never please me the way I could please myself. I began relentlessly trying to satisfy my urges, with or without him. One afternoon, before he came home from work I started to feel really horny. My pussy started pulsating and my nipples puckered.

I started to place it out of my mind when I remembered a cucumber, the

Sisterly Love

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   So one misty summer afternoon, I turn to Dave and pass the plain of going to Maine to spend the weekend together in my uncle’s cabin. Not telling him that my sister was coming with use. I wanted to see the look of surprise on his face later on knowing that we won’t be alone. After five minutes of thinking about it he finally said “yes, that sounds like a great idea.” “It would be lovely, and it would give us time to relax”, I said. As soon as Dave dropped me off home and said are good bye’s I immediately ran to my Liz’s room. “Hey sis, what are you doing this weekend”, as I splurged it out. With complete shock she said, “Nothing why?”
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“Why don’t you come with Dave and me to uncle’s cabin over in Maine?” Jumping for glee, Liz, “ok I will join you two love birds.”


   Friday came; man did the week go buy so fast. Dave and I started loading up the car. As soon as Dave saw Liz coming up to the car with her things he turns to me and whispers, “She’s coming with us?” The look on his face made me all happy inside. I was hoping that I would get to see my boyfriend of seven months ram his thick cock in my sister’s tight pussy. “Yes, do you have a problem with that?” I said calmly. “No not at all…you could have told me.” Dave helps Liz with put her things in the car and the three of us took off.


       With Dave driving the car Liz and I thought of ways to keep us occupied. It started out as just making words out of the letters on peoples car’s but it turned sexual. All of a sudden Liz turns around from the front set and looks at me with wanting eyes. I winked at her. She then liked her lips slowly, gesturing that she wanted something. I blow her a kiss. This continued for so long, the little things like biting are lips, or touching is self’s etc…, till we had to stop. Not only were we turning each other on Dave was concentrated on us instead of the road. He begged for use to continue but I reassured him that we had to get to the cabin safely.


       Nothing had really happened when we arrived at the cabin. Looked around, unpacked, and started putting stuff away in are rooms. We had arrived pretty late and we were exustaed too. So we all went to bed.


       All day Saturday the three of use relaxed. Did are own thing and started drinking around noon. As the day progressed I was getting antsy. I really haven’t seen any hints from Liz or Dave wanting to have sex. Of course as usual

I was horny. All I could think about was Liz going down on Dave or Dave ramming his thick long cock into my sister’s wet tight pussy.


       Liz and I started cooking dinner around five; While Dave turned on the TV to watch what the weather was going to be for the ride home tomorrow. As I was turning the pasta I was trying to think of some way to leave the cabin for a bit, so I could look through the window to see if Liz would do any thing. I couldn’t wait any longer I wanted to see and feel the three of us enjoying the pleasure of sex.


       “I am going to the store for some things that we need for dinner that we don’t have here. You two stay here I will be back in twenty minutes.” Liz, “are you sure you don’t want one or both of us to come with you?” “No I’ll be fine.” Dave, “ok be careful, love you.”


       I left the cabin went down the pebbled driveway and waited for about ten minutes. During these ten minutes Liz took the advantage to slowly walk over to Dave and start kissing and caressing his chest. Dave was so intrigued by the news that he didn’t notice what was going on till he felt soft smooth hands touching his bare chest. The tenderness of each others lips touching with every kiss gets Dave’s mind working. The rolling of each others tongues gives Dave the idea of Liz sucking on him. He starts to pull down his bathing suit shorts and looks at Liz and asks her to suck on his dick. So Liz did this sexy little dance/walk around to the front of and started liking the tip of his dick.


       Dave is taken a back by the way Liz knows how to suck a cock. How she forms her big soft lips around his big juicy dick.


       After the ten minutes goes by I comes back and peers through the window. To my surprise I see’s my little sister Liz is sucking off my boyfriend. But instead of being mad about the whole thing, I am quite turned on. As I watch Dave undo the top of Liz’s bathing suit and start caressing her breasts. Dave tugged on her nipples a little and Liz’s response to that she begins to suck a little harder. With the luxurious lips and the warm moisture of Liz’s mouth almost makes Dave almost want to but a nice big warm juicy load right in her mouth.


       Suddenly finding out that the warm wet feeling on my hand is from me rubbing my clit from watching the both of them; I quietly come in the cabin. Making sure to only catch Liz’s eye, I pointed to the cushioned dock out side.


       Both of them helped Dave out of his bathing suite and took him outside, underneath the star filled sky, onto the dock.


       I took my bathing suit off and lay on my back on the cushioned dock. Liz then got down on all fours and started to eat my nice shaved pussy out. The tender taste of wanting pussy invites Liz’s mouth to do its job. Liz is taken back by the candy sweet taste of her sister’s pussy. Dave practically ripped off the bottom half of Liz’s bathing suite and slowly pushes his dick into her tight wet pussy. As Dave motion becomes a little faster, Liz starts to make this humming sound from the pleasure. The cause of the humming sound vibrated Liz’s lips, making Sarah scream of pour pleasure and almost making her orgasm.


       Dave feels Liz’s very wet pussy start to tighten. So he grabs her hips and began ramming his pulsing cock into her even harder and faster. ‘Cause of the sudden switch in motion, Liz stops what she is doing and screams at the top of her lungs until she orgasmed all over Dave’s dick.


       Dave’s throbbing dick has yet to come. Knowing that I want more than what had just happened, he takes me by the hand and brings me to the room to have some more enjoyable erotic sex.